Qian Meng broke away from the crowd she was embedded in and drifted around aimlessly, searching through the faces until she spotted him. Even in the darkened theatre, his clothes and blazing black eyes made him stand out.
He stood at the bar watching her intently.
Seconds later, she was standing in front of him. "You're here," she stared at him as though she was hallucinating.
"I am. But clearly, you're not." He looked at her disapprovingly. "How much have you had to drink?" He wasn't happy. He was never happy.
"I feel happy after a long time," she retorted. "I am celebrating."
"I can see that. Qian Meng, I-"
Her finger landed on his lips, silencing him. Slowly she shook her head side to side.
"Did you come in to lecture me?" He probably had. Party pooper.
He was irritated. "No, but now that I'm here, I can't help it."
"So, why are you here?" She was confused by this too. And the fact she was too delighted to see him.
